Dark side of dressmakers

Beauty is a straitjacket, Kezzyn’s Dark Side of Dressmakers readily agrees; but less often are we told who is to blame for it. Here a pair of prima-donnas have been shackled to the cart by a rustic chorus in peasant frocks, singing their praises and dragging them off to serve as idol and sacrifice in one. Culpability for this heinous act is not fobbed off on faceless concepts as in so many systemic analyses of beauty standards; in fact, the faces of the perpetrators are highlighted, ringed in hats and habits which reflect against the darkness of the background. The ill-fated idols, for their part, skewer the viewer with an archly contemptuous stare. Are we complicit in this crime? Or is their anger misdirected?